Date: Fri, 22 Jan 2016 23:32:35 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: ?LoOkiNG FoR SoMEThiNG MOre? 01 % This work of fiction is set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons of habitats, governmental or non-governmental areas, secret rooms or dungeons. % If sexual scenes involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if dude-to-dude sex stuff makes you wanna barf or is gonna screw up your mind, you should not read this story. % States and countries have various rules regarding reading or viewing `adult material'. It is up to you, the reader, to research this subject, abiding by their own laws and conscience. The pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience.' Bypass this warning at your own risk! % Sexual safety matters. Guys, this is fiction. 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When they were all together, his father worked late hours and weekends. Supposedly, this was part of the gripes his mom had during the divorce proceedings. Austin could relate, his dad never being there for him. However, calling the kettle black, the same situation seemed to arise, his mom living singly. Whenever he confronted her about being home more often, she would say she was only trying to make ends meet. After a while Austin stopped badgering her, finding out exactly which `two ends' were `meeting', when he saw a dude drop her off at the house, late one night! Her own incompetencies, being a parent, she thought her son needed counseling. In 11th grade Austin began seeing a psychiatrist, a doctor Dr. Rocki Hadad. At the first session, Austin told everything which he deemed important. Though, he wasn't sure, saying he was gay, how that would float? With a straight face, Dr. Hadad returns, "Are you out to your family?" "Um, no, uh, do you think I should be?" "No one can answer that question but you. However, let me ask you, do you think it would be a benefit to yourself if you did?" "Not really. The only thing I'm thinking, if I came out to someone else and my mom got the idea I was, from other people, she might get a little disturbed over it? Then again, why would mother care about anyone but herself?" Austin chortled, but his dad knew it wasn't a laughing matter. This made the shrink crack a little smile, saying, "After all you've said, I think she's a little more than `disturbed'. Using this as leverage, coming out, seems like she has some little secrets of her own?" Most of what Dr. Hadad said, ended with a question, wanting Austin's views, "Tit for tat!" It made Doc Hadad blush, like Austin was reading his mind, or maybe his eyes, checking out the two little `pimples' on his chest! "Did I say something wrong?" Austin noticed, the shrink not being himself suddenly. "No, no, no," he says, trying to find the words back to recovery. Then it was sure noticeable, Hadad's eyes jumping from Austin's face, to his chest and back again. Obvious as it was, Austin looks down, like he spilled gravy down the middle of himself, "What?" "Nothing," Hadad lies, "I just thought you had something on your shirt?" Then, if that wasn't bad enough, Austin pulls up on his tee shirt, an attempt at examining every inch, "I don't see anything." His loins churning, at the sight of Austin's smooth six-pack, the only excuse he could find, "Maybe that's enough for today?" Then, it was Austin's turn to `spy'. Dr. Hadad, rising up out of a leather chair, lower apparatus having not settled down. Realizing it himself, Dr. Hadad quickly fell back into the chair. He knew Austin was on to him, "I need to go to the little boys room." "Oh," Austin tried to stop saying it, "I thought maybe it might be," he swat it away, "never mind." Rocki then thought, the best thing to do was to clear the air, "I'm gay too." Then, walking over to his shrink, intently looking down, into the pit of the chair, raising his chin, staring Hadad in the face, expressing himself in the only way he knew how, "You're gay too?" Figuring it's come out, it's come out, `What's the big deal', "Yes, I am," and then dropping all guards, "you got a problem with your psychiatrist being gay?" It was like the most exciting thing happening to Austin in a long time, "Yeah...I mean no...I mean, that's really cool, because now I have someone to ask all my gay questions!" Eventually, Rocki thought it would come out, being gay, so it happened sooner than later, "Yes, but let's not make it our prime order of business?" When Austin sat down, it wasn't only a one-sided deal, his shrink firing questions at him, but rather totally reversed, "When did you first know, Rocki?" >From the start of a session, with anyone, Rocki had to feel out the person. Generally, if he felt right, he would not require the formal. "Why don't we wait until the next session," Rocki looks at his watch, "our time is almost up." Leaving, with a little card, his next appointment written on it, next week, Austin says, "Wow, I never thought, something my mom did, would turn out to be so cool!" "Don't forget to thank her," Rocki closes the door. It was good he scheduled Austin at the end of his day. Being his first session with the lad, if he ran over, it would not matter. Thinking on it, it would have been nice if he had the high-schooler stick around, but his balls were aching something fierce! % Austin never saw his mom that night. Next morning, a note on the table read, `Gone to the lake with Bob for the weekend. Left some money on the table." Joking, "Don't call me if you have a problem," which Austin fakes, "Ha, ha." Not really caring much about the man in her life, it would've been nice to know and not from a scrap of paper, "Oh, by the way, thanks for telling me about `Bob'!" Scooping up in a fist, five $20 bills, Austin was also thinking, there hadn't been many times he's been left to care for himself. Most recent, it was 3 years ago his mom had what she thought was a heart attack, but it wasn't. While she was mending in the hospital, he fended for himself. It was cool, Austin able to surf the net for gay stuff, without the fear of being walked in on. He thought about it right now, cutting school and surfing, the net, "Nah." Even though it was Friday and some kids cut out, it was also the beginning of the school year and he wanted it to be in his favor, teachers not branding him a `slacker.' Not far from the school, a mere 2 miles he half-ran and walked the route. Approaching it, he noted a trio of guys he saw this past week, picking on some nerds. With his antennae up, he went around the back and cut through, underneath the bleachers. He thought it kind of a waste, this tall, chain link fence, around the whole perimeter of the football field and track, when all a guy had to do is duck under the seating! About to do so, Austin stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't say it out loud, but mouthed it as he thought, `Are they doing what I think they are doing?' Using the fence pole, which adjoined the corner of the stadium seating, Austin hid as best he could. Half his face around the side of the pole, he followed the action. At first, the two guys, whom he recognized one, senior on the football team, Troy, was taking the shirt off the other dude. While lifting it overhead, Troy bent in half and started sucking the dude's left nip. That was something new for him. Usually a gay dude sucked the other guy's cock! The other dude, Austin didn't recognize at all, but seemed to have rule over Troy. He said something, which prompts Troy to unbuckle his belt. With the unknown dude's pants unzipped, they fall to his ankles. Then, Austin bit a lip, Troy sinking to his knees, with force of a hand on the top of his head. After another `barking' sound, the dude telling Troy something, the footballer leans in and kisses the dude's bulge, right through his underwear. "Shit!" Austin gasps in a whisper, covering his own mouth. They hadn't heard him. Instead, totally into themselves, Austin watches Troy finally peel the dude's underwear from his hips. Barely exposing himself, suddenly the dude slaps Troy up side the face. "Shit!" They didn't hear him a second time, but Austin was sure, with the ringing of the late bell, heard inside and outside the school, they would be disturbed. At this moment he should have been running towards the back door of the school, which would take him through the boy's lockerroom. His feet wouldn't move! The pair didn't make a break for the back door, either. Instead, he watches as Troy peels the briefs down, like opening a banana. It looked like a banana! All this watching didn't go without response, Austin feeling the need to force his hand down the waistband behind his belt. At his computer, he's found some erotic junk to jerk off to, but never outside the confines of privacy. Chances are, no one was watching, or else right now, the dude wouldn't be having Troy suck his cock. Troy's head, bolting forward, pressured by the dude's two hands, then allowing Troy to almost pull off, it was like Austin's one hand, working up and down his own barrel. Then it happened, the two surprised by this older guy, Ralph, who did landscaping for the board of education, keeping the grass mowed and other duties. That wasn't important. What was, the other dude and Troy didn't act at all surprised. Instead, Ralph began unbuttoning his shirt. He left it on, parted down the middle, but after unbuckling his belt, unzipping, he took his pants off. Shortly thereafter, Ralph, all the time in conversation with the dude, strips out of his boxer shorts. He had this notion, if he came in his pants, Austin would be `wearing' it until he could make his way to the boy's rest room and clean it up. Instead, he came up with the brilliant idea of unbuckling, unzipping and letting it all hang out. The view wasn't that great all of sudden, with Troy bent over an upside down wheelbarrow, probably put in place earlier or yesterday by Ralph, and behind the senior footballer he stood. In front of Troy, the dude stood, stroking. Austin figured, like himself, if the dude didn't keep himself primed, he would lose it. However, with the new arrangement, all Austin could do is `imagine' Troy sucking the dude and Ralph...well, he guessed he was going to fuck Troy, which brought on another curse word! So, Troy was obscured from view, but by the way the landscaper was going at Troy, the senior was really getting pounded. Like he was fucking a guy, Austin equated his mystery dude, to fucking Troy's mouth. Along with the whole scenario, he could hear all kinds of variations of them all vocally liking it. Finally, he heard the dude, fucking Troy's mouth give a long sigh and he could make out the words, "I'm coming...I'm coming!" Then the view got better, the dude pulling out of Troy's mouth, stroking himself, putting it back in, out again and walk to the side of the wheelbarrow. Austin couldn't make it out to clearly, but definitely strings of cum were streaming out of the dude's cockhead, right onto Troy's back. He was wowed by Ralph pulling out, scooping up the dude's cum, right off of Troy's back, slicking up his fuck-stick and then diving back in. Then, when Ralph is moved by what he perceives is shooting his load, he doesn't pull out! "Whoa," Austin says, stroking away. Fortunately, he took note, after a while, Ralph pulls out and rips the condom off. He hands it to the other dude, who has dressed himself up to the waist. The other dude takes Ralph's reservoir and says something to Troy. "Ewwwe," Austin remarks, seeing the dude upend the condom, feeding Troy Ralph's creme, the open end right in Troy's mouth! Then, without thinking about it, Austin explodes. He couldn't help but moan with invigorating, orgasmic overtones. Scared he might have been heard, he looks across the way. There Ralph is standing, still slightly stroking and giving him the thumb's up! Flipping around, back to the chained fence, Austin is scared shit, facing the access road. His plan to wipe off fully is thwarted, hurrying to cover up his loins. In all, Austin escaped having a big, gooey mess to clean up, with only a few cum stains inside his briefs. Second scare came, Ralph standing there, saying, "Don't be shy. Next time come over and have some fun with us. Troy, he's a real pig!" % Copyright 2016 T. Chase McPhee "LoOkiNG FoR SoMEThiNG MOre" and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.